Ruination (reupload)

Prologue

"You don't have to do this!" She wheezed as she pushed herself up onto her knees from the gravel. His normally silent footsteps were much easier to hear now as he stepped closer. Even being able to hear him she knew she was barely able to get up, much less get away from him. She looked up from her hands and into his eyes.
"Oh, Don't worry, I want to." His voice was hollow. His eyes narrowed at her sorry state.
She wouldn't accept this.

She couldn't accept this.

This wasn't him.
"No you don't! Holi- UGH." She had barely been able to finish before his boot hit her face hard enough to concuss. She groaned in pain reaching up to nurse the stinging right side of her face. She curled in on herself holding her face trying to hold back tears as she looked up at him out of the corner of her eye. Working on getting her breathing under control before she spoke again. She couldn't panic, if she did she'd be in even more danger than she already was. She couldn't allow herself to become anymore disoriented .
He rolled his eyes as he nudged her arm with his foot. Looking down at her carelessly.
"No no. Go on, continue. What were you going to call me human?" He asked a smirk growing on his face as he squatted down to the young woman's level.

"W-What happened to you! W-Why are you talking like that?" She asked the frustration in her tone was clear. It seemed to entertain him even further.
He tilted his head to the side.

"Whatever do you mean? You're asking what happened to me? You don't know me. Nor do you really care, you're just trying to talk your way out of certain death." He said as he reached down and ran his fingers through her ponytail almost how she remembered he would all those times before.
She almost allowed herself to relax, her subconscious wanted to believe that she was safe. She knew better.
He proved her exactly right, as his fingers swiftly gripped the top of her ponytail and pulled up harshly to get her on her knees once again. She hissed in pain as she was unable to do much to stop him.
"Although I have to say your little pleas are pitiful." he teased.
The amount of strength he possessed now was inhuman. She'd learned the hard way he'd always win in battles of brute force. He held her in place keeping her eyes level with his.
The smirk on his face dropped and instead the hateful glare settled on his expression once again. Looking at her with eyes she couldn't recognize. They weren't the dark brown she remembered them to be.
No, they were white and gold irises shrouded in black that was as dark as ink.
"H-Holiday, please!" She exclaimed as she gripped up at his hands.
He growled as his free hand shot forwards, a nearly vice grip on her throat in almost an instant. She gasped as she felt the blood flowing to her head begin to cut off.
"That's not my name." He began. His glare getting as dark as his tone. He squeezed just a bit tighter, releasing her hair.
"Stop calling me that" He nearly spat, the name was striking a cord in him it upset him to hear.
Her hands reached up to grip at his wrist.
"T-This isn't you! You'd never hurt me!" She struggled to speak, tears beginning to gather in her eyes. Somewhere in her mind she began to accept her fate. She was going to die.
Her mind was running a million miles an hour, playing back every memory she had at once. She thought of her parents and how much she missed them.
She thought of her comrades in the rebellion, how hard they worked. How far they'd come together.
Most importantly... she thought of Holiday. With those thoughts she thought of how she should have looked longer.
She should have tried harder to get to him. This version of him... this false version of him. He wouldn't have existed if she'd just worked harder.
He threw his head back and let out a laugh, it wasn't like how he would laugh before. It held evidence of the devious character he had become.
His eyes fell back on her miserable face and he fell back into his deadly expression.
"Oh really? I knew you humans were stupid creatures. but I didn't think you'd be this dumb!" He said as he rolled his eyes as he leaned in closely to her.
"I am hurting you sweetheart, is this not enough to show you I'm not who you think I am?" He asked, seeming amused by her stupidity all while his grip was getting steadily more tight.
She grit her teeth as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hands gripping tighter around his wrist. If he wanted her dead he'd kill her. He had the strength to do it. She'd watched him take down her whole rookie squad not even a ten minutes ago. He was stronger than this. She knew something in him was stopping him from killing her as quickly as he did them. She knew he was hesitating, whatever it was that made him hesitate she had to exploit it. She had to bring him back.
"Y-you'd never hurt a-anyone!" she wheezed out. "And I know that cause..."
She was struggling to focus her vision on his face through the tears and lack of oxygen.
"Cause I...love you Holiday"
Her eyes rolled back and she began to fall into nothing but thoughts of the past.
Thoughts of Holiday before he was this... thoughts of that very first time they'd seen one another.
If only she could go back to then.